Prologue – Continued

That night marked the death of Jerry and Theresa Russo, Wizards employed at the Department of Magical Security and parents of a 6, 5 and 3-year-old. The surviving children were taken into care and were given psychological support as they grew up.

The two boys seemed stable. They went to mortal school and learn how to fit in, in mortal mundane life. They gained friends, formed relationships and won something they hadn't had since infancy. Normality. But the girl was far more scarred. She would often wake up at nights with horrible scars, having scratched herself in her sleep. She would also scream randomly and sporadically. She required regular emotional treatment but often rejected the attention given to her.

The only release she had ever gained was in a girl her age, named Harper. The two had met at a young age. Harper had been dragged along to her parents' couple counselling and whilst in the waiting room met the troubled young girl. The two became friends quickly and while doctors were completely baffled by Alex's quirks the ginger-haired girl always seemed to understand. And by the time she was 11, Alex was finally considered to be rehabilitated enough to join her brothers. They lived in an apartment funded by the fortune left to them by their parents. A social worker lived next to them and was ready to offer support when necessary.

By the time Alex was 13 the social worker wasn't necessary

Harper discovered her friend wielded magic at the age of 16 when round Alex's apartment and she found the wand she used.

The three siblings were poles apart personality-wise, but that brought them closer. And besides they all had one very important thing in common. They had all lost something dear to them.

And though the bleeding had stopped, the wound was bandaged. Time had seen to that. But there would always be the scar. There would always be the memory of that night hanging over them.

Alex was no longer a pure, innocent angel, but a hell-raising tough young woman. A vengeance burned within her and she vowed to exact it when she found a way. But that was just the problem. She had no way.

Until the day when she was 18 years old and had finished her wizard studies. She had lost the family wizard competition, but she had proven herself to be just as valuable an asset to the wizard world as either of her brothers. And so she (as well as Max who had also proven worthy, despite losing the competition) had been ordained with full powers and inducted into the Guild of Watchmen, the Wizard World's crime fighting group. Her brothers followed her into the trade.

Because while they were all different they had the important things in common including a cause. They would locate, chase down and destroy the people (Ha – people) who took their normal happy life from them.

They were Russo's. And they were hunters.